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Slate Shannon: Wait a minute.
Sailor Duval: Hmm?
Slate Shannon: Let me look at you.
Sailor Duval: Yes?
Slate Shannon: You know what?
Sailor Duval: You like it.
Slate Shannon: Well, I wouldn't get as wildly emotional as that, but I must say I've had a lovely day. There's much be said for picnics on the Caribbean.
Sailor Duval: I made an impression, huh?
Slate Shannon: Well, you offer something to a fella, sweetie...
Sailor Duval: Yes?
Slate Shannon: ...like the way you pack a lunch basket...
Sailor Duval: Slate...
Slate Shannon: ...the way you keep the sandwiches coming...
Sailor Duval: Slate, forget about food, huh? There's just you and me and I've got that Lost-in-the-Tropics-Oh-So-Defenseless-Feeling-Blues.